Chapter 11When Jacob arrived downstairs, Sebastian was already at the table, chatting to Mrs. Pritchard as she placed the acclaimed rabbit pie on the plate-cluttered surface.
“What a feast,” Jacob said as he sat down, earning a beaming smile from the housekeeper.
“I’ll be off home then,” she said, untying her apron. “Just leave the dishes and Millie will be in to do them first thing in the morning.” And with a chorus of thanks from the men, she left through the back door.
As Sebastian sliced the pie, Jacob asked, trying to hide his interest, “So you have no staff living in then?”
Sebastian laughed. “My Uncle Quentin liked it that way. He provided cottages within easy walking distance for everyone who works here. All I require is Mrs P. in the house with her daughter Millie giving her a
